sunday mornin

                                   what is it,that i was going to do today? the cats have gone hungry,

                                  and the government ignores the gay.whilst the house throws a party

                                  in which it has no means-but to fill its pockets,while the poor lye and bleed

                                  where are we going? in this enviromental mess. what door do i choose?

                                  did i choose the right sex? and tell me PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME

                                  what happened to my home

                                   and tell the broken and homeless.that youll make good of your lies

                                  tell us all,were drowning- in a sea of alibies .

                                  what is it ,that i shall do today? prepare for nuclear fallout?

                                  or put on my brand new slacks?or maybe ill put on my red dress,

                                 the zipper snags-ive got no ass.but back to what i was drinking,

                                 its gotten a little flat. or maybe i can find a banker

                                 with an honest thermostat.